A REAL TREASURE FOR THE PIOUS MIND.
Desires of the soul.
WHAT wantest thou? O my soul! with what imaginable excellency wouldst thou clothe thyself? What desirable object wouldst thou pitch upon? Is it beauty? The righteous shall shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of heaven, and the wise as the brightness of the firmament for ever and ever. Is it riches? Wealth and riches are in the house of God; every one in his family shall have a rich, a glorious, an incorruptible and eternal inheritance among the saints. What is it then? Is it honor? What honor like to this, to be a friend and a favorite of God, and a spouse of Christ? To have a crown of righteousness, of life, and of glory? Yet more, a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory set upon thy head. Yet again, is it pleasure? The just shall enter in to their master's joy, and there are rivers of pleasure at [Page 4] his right hand forevermore. In a word, what wouldst thou have? O my flesh, a confluence of all the glorious things both in heaven and in earth! Why, godliness hath the promise of this life, and of that which is to come; If heaven and the righteousness thereof, be the thing thou dost seek; both heaven and earth, with the excellencies thereof, is that which thou shalt find.
Christians Choice.
I AM frail, and the world is fading; but my soul is immortal, and God is eternal. If I pitch, upon the creature, either, they may take wings like an eagle that flieth towards heaven, or my soul may take its way with the rich fool, and go to hell; but if I chuse God for my portion, then mercy and goodness shall follow me whilst I live, and glory and eternity shall crown me when I die. I will therefore now leave that which I shall soon lose, that so I may embrace that which I shall always enjoy.
Spiritual Joy and Sorrow.
AS there is a sad mirth, so there is a joyful mourning: look upon the voluptuous man, however laughter may appear in his face, yet sadness ever centers in the heart; his carnal delights are not only in vain, but vexing; like music, they play him into a melancholy fit: whilst the banquet lasts, the sensualist sings: but when the reckoning comes, his spirit sinks, his burning candle presently goes out in a stinking snuff, his shining sun instantly sets in the watry cloud. Solomon gives us the sum of it thus: Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful, and the end of that mirth is heaviness. But now come to the penitential person, as his tears are the joy of angels, so they are the joy of his heart, and the solace of his soul; the falter his tears, the sweeter his comforts; the deeper his sighs, the fuller his joy; the beams of consolation always shine into this house of mourning, so that his soulis in his travail with a Barnabas, and his labours bring forth the fruits of peace; insomuch, that I may truly say, to mourn for sin, is to weep for joy. These pure and pleasant streams of consolation (which is the worldlings wonder) that flow and run in those crystal rivers of eternal pleasure, at God's, right hand, they come from a weeping spring. Why then is the mouth of wickedness opened against the way of holiness? As if grace were the calvary to intomb joys; and impiety the very womb to bring forth felicity; but if experience [Page 7] may be heard, my soul hath felt both, and I find such damps of spirit in the worldly pleasures, and such refreshing of soul in the depth of godly sorrow, that I shall esteem one drop of such spiritual joy, better than an ocean of their mirth.
Estate of a Man at Death.
AS the tree falleth, so [...] lieth; and where death strikes down, there God lays out, either for mercy or misery; so that I may compare it to the red sea; if I go in an Israelite, my landing shall be in glory, and my rejoicing in triumph, to see all my enemies dead upon the sea shore; but if I go in an Egyptian, if I am on this side the cloud, on this side the covenant, and yet go in hardened among the troops of Pharaoh, justice [...] return in its full strength, and an inundation of judgment shall overflow my soul forever. [...] I may compare it to the sleep of the ten virgins, of whom it is said they slumbered and slept, [...] all fall into this sleep. Now if [...] with the wise, I shall go in with the bride-groom; but if I sleep with the foolish without oil in my lamp, without grace in my soul, I have closed the gates of mercy upon my soul forever. I see then this life is the time wherein I must go forth to meet the Lord; this is the [...] wherein I must do my work, and the day wherein I must be judged according to my works. I know not how soon I may fall into this sleep; [Page 9] therefore, Lord grant that I may live every day in thy sight, as I desire to appear the last day in thy presence.
The Soul's communion.
THE nearer the moon draweth into conjunction with the sun, the brighter it shines towards the heavens; and the obscurer it shews [Page 10] towards the earth; so the nearer the soul draws into communion with Jesus Christ, the comelier it is in the eye of the spouse, and the blacker it appears in the sight of the world. He that is a precious Christian to the Lord, is a precise puritan to the world; he that is glorious to an heavenly saint, is odious to an earthly spirit; but it is a sign thou art an Egyptian when that cloud which is a light to an Israelite, is darkness to thee. It is a sign thou movest in a terrestial orb, when thou seest no lustre in such celestial lights; for my part if I shine to God, I care not how I shew to the world.
A christian's support under afflictions.
IT was proudly said by Caesar, crossing (unknown) the sea, being in a little bark, in a tempestuous storm, when they were ready to be swallowed up by the waves, perceiving the courage of the pilot to fail, fear not, for thou carriest Caesar. How truly may a gracious spirit say in the midst of all desertions, afflictions, and tribulations, Fear nothing, O my soul, thou carriest Jesus Christ? What though the windows of heaven be opened for a storm, or the fountains of the deep broke up for a flood, desertions from above, afflictions from below; yet God that sits in heaven will not cast away his son, Christ that lives in me will not let me sink; the swelling waves, I know, are but to set me nearer heaven, and the deeps are but to make me awake my master. Prize thy Christ; they shall not drown thee, therefore connot daunt me: for while I sail with Christ, I am sure to land with Christ.
God's presence makes all conditions comfortable.
WHERE the king is, there is the court; and where the presence of God is, there is heaven. Art thou in prison with St. Paul and Silas, if God be with thee thou wilt sing thy [Page 13] hallelujahs. Art thou at the stake with blessed martyrs; as the beams of the sun puts our the fire, so the beams of God's countenance puts out the flames, and turns their troubles into comforts; so that 'tis but winking, and thou art in heaven. Therefore that soul that enjoys the Lord, though it may want the sun or moon to shine in creature comforts, worldly delights to solace it; yet it needs, them not, for the glory of God doth enlighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof: God himself irradiates it with the brightness of his beauty, and Christ himself fills it with joy unspeakable, and full of glory. This God brings his heaven with him, and that man that enjoys God carries heaven about him: so that here is his happiness, cast him in the dungeon, in a furnace, where you please, yet he is still in heaven. Therefore, for my part, Lord, give me thyself, and then deal how thou pleasest with me.
Importunate requests for the return of God to the soul.
THOU great and glorious, thou invisible and universal Being, art thou no nearer to be approached? or do I search thee amiss? is there a corner of the creation unvisited by thee, or any place exempt from thy presence? I trace thy footsteps through heaven and earth, but I cannot overtake thee.
Tell me, O my God, and my All, tell me where thou art to be found; for there is the place of my rest. What imaginable good can supply thy absence; Deprived of thee, all that the world could offer would be like a jest to a dying man, and provoke my aversion and disdain. 'Tis a God that I seek.
Death vanquished.
The Israelites must first pass over Jordan before they land in Canaan; but no sooner did the feet of the priests that bare the ark of the covenant, rest in the water, but the proud way [...] saw it and fled, and the swelling streams were driven back, and laid in heaps to make them pass over safe and well; so every child of God is like an Israelite in the wilderness of this world, travelling to the land of promise; death is that Jordan that runs between this wilderness and our Canaan; it is that swelling stream that overflows the banks of every mortal creature; it is that last river which must be passed over; but this is the happiness of a child of God, that Jesus Christ, our high priest, that bears the everlasting covenant on his shoulders, hath already dipt his feet in the brims of this water, insomuch that the streams of bitterness are diverted, the sting of death plucked out, and the water of the salt sea is dried up; the power of the curse cut off, so that death is but a sure step unto glory. Why then am I afraid to die? The channel is dry, I see the footsteps of my Saviour in the bottom, and heaven and happiness on the other side; so that the waters shall not go over my soul: they may go over my sins, they may go over my miseries, they may go over my troubles; but my soul shall go over to its rest. Lord, therefore sit and sanctify me for my removal, and then I cannot be too soon with thee.
The Use of Riches.
THAT good which is in riches, lieth altogether in their use; like the woman's box of ointment, if it be not broken and poured out for the sweet refreshment of Jesus Christ in his distressed members, they lose their worth; therefore the coveteous man may truly write [Page 20] upon his rusting heaps. These are good for nothing. Chrysostem tells us, that he is not rich that lays up much, but he that lays out much; for it is all one not to have as not to use. I will therefore be the richer by a charitable laying out, while the worlding shall be the poorer, by his coverous hoarding up.
The absence of God on Earth.
WHAT is hell, what is damnation, but an exclusion from thy presence? 'Tis the want of that which gives the regions of darkness all their horror. What is heaven, what are the satisfactions of angels, but the views of thy glory? What but thy smiles and complacence are the springs of their immortal transports!
Without the light of thy countenance, what privilege is my being? what canst thou thyself give me to countervail the infinite loss? Could the riches, the empty glories, and insipid pleasures [Page 22] of the world recompense me for it? Ah! no: not all the variety of the creation could satisfy me while I am deprived of thee. Let the ambitious, the licentious, and covetous, share these trifles amongst themselves: they are no amusement for my dejected thoughts.
There was a time (but ah! that happy time is past, those blissful minutes gone) when, with a modest assurance, I could call thee "my Father, my almighty Friend, my defence, my hope, and my exceeding great reward:" But those glorious advantages are lost, those ravishing prospects withdrawn, and to my trembling soul thou doest no more appear but as a consuming fire, an inaccessible majesty, my severe judge, and my omnipotent adversary; and who shall deliver me out of thy hands? where shall I find a shelter from thy wrath? what shades can cover me from thy all-seeing eye?
"But will the Lord cast off for ever? Will he be favorable no more? Has God indeed forgotten to be gracious?" Will he shut out my prayer for ever, and must I never behold [Page 23] my Maker? Must I never meet those smiles that still the heavenly inhabitants with unutterable joys; those smiles which enlighten the celestial region, and make everlasting day above? In vain then have these wretched eyes beheld the light; in vain am I endued with reasonable faculties and immortal principles: Alas! what will they prove but everlasting curses, if I must never see the face of God?
"I have waited for thee as they that wait for the morning," and thy returns are more welcome than the springing day-light after the horrors of a melancholy night; more welcome than ease to the sick, than water to the thirsty, or rest to the weary traveller. How undone was I without thee? In vain, while thou wert absent, the world hath tried to entertain me: all it could offer was like jests to a dying man, or like recreations to the damned. On thy favour alone my tranquility depends: deprived of that, I should sigh for happiness in the midst of a paradise: "thy loving-kindness is better than life." And if a taste of thy love be thus transporting, what ecstasies shall I know when I drink my fill of the streams of [Page 24] bliss that flow from thy right hand for ever!
Longing for the coming of Christ.
COME, Lord Jesus come quickly: Oh! come, lest my expectations faint, lest I grow weary, and murmur at thy long delay. I am tired with these vanities, and the world grows every day more unentertaining and insipid; it has now lost its charms, and finds my heart insensible to all its allurements. With coldness and contempt! I view these transitory glories; inspired with nobler prospects, and vaster expectations, by faith I see the promised land, and every day brings me nearer the possession of my heavenly inheritance. Then shall I see God and live, and face to face behold my triumphant Redeemer;
I have nothing here to linger for; m [...] hopes, my r [...]st, my treasure; and my joys, are all above; my soul faints for the courts of the Lord in a dry and thirsty land, where there is no refreshment.
How long "shall I dwell in Meshech, and sojourn in the tents of Kedar?" When will the wear [...]ome journey of life be finished? when shall I reach my everlasting home and arrive at my celestial country? My heart, my wishes, are already there! I have no engagements to delay my farewel, nothing to detain me here; but wander an unacquainted pilgrim, a stranger and desolate, far from my native regions.
My friends are gone before, and are now triumphing in the shies secure of conquest possessed of the rewards of victory. They survey the field of battle, and look back with pleasure on the distant danger: death and hell, for ever vanquished, leave them in the possession of endless tranquility and joy; while I, beset with a thousand shares, and tired with continual [...]oil, unsteadily maintain the field, till active faith steps in, assures me of the conquest, [Page 26] and shews me the immortal crown. 'Tis faith tells me that "light is sown for the righteous and gladness for the upright in heart:" it assures me that "my Redeemer lives, and that he shall stand at the last day on the earth.—And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: whom I shall see for myself, and not another; and these eyes shall behold, though my reins be consumed within me. Amen, even so come, Lord Jesus." This must be the language of my soul till thou dost appear, and these my impatient breathings after thee. 'Till I see thy salvation, my heart and my flesh will pine for the living God.
"Grant me, O Lord, to fulfil as an hireling, my day;" shorten the space, and let it be full of action. 'Tis of small importance how few there are of these little circles of days and hours, so they are but well filled up with devotion, and with all proper duty.
Assurance of salvation in Christ Jesus.
I Have put my treasures, my immortal part into thy hands, O my dear Redeemer; and "shall the prey be taken from the mighty?" shall a soul consecrated to thee fall a sacrifice to hell?
Blessed God, am I not thine? and shall the temple of thy spirit be profaned, and the lips that have so often ascribed dominion, and glory, and majesty to thee, be defiled with infernal blasphemy, and the execrations of the damned? Shall the sparks of divine love be extinguished, and immortal enmity succeed? And shall I, who was once blessed with thy favour, become the object of thy wrath and indignation? Shall all the mighty things thou hast done for my soul be forgotten? Shall all my vows, and thy own secret engagements be cancelled? 'Tis all impossible; for "thou art not as man, that thou shouldest lie; nor as the son of man, that thou shouldest repent."
Thou art engaged by thy own tremendous name for my security: my God, and my father's God: from generation to generation thou [...]ast been our dwelling-place. I was devoted [Page 28] to thee in baptism by the solemn vows of my religious parents: my infant-hands were [...]arly lifted up to thee, and I soon learned to know and a knowledge to the God of my fathers. I have actually subscribed with my hand to the Lord, and [...] thine by the most voluntary and deliberate obligations. The portion of Jacob is my joyful choice, nor need I fear losing it whil [...] thy word is established as the heavens.
[...]ear not, [...] thou, poor trembling soul, for I am thy Redeemer, and thy mighty Saviour, the Hope of Israel, and in my name shall all the nations of the earth be blessed: "I am gracious and merciful, long-suffering, and abundant in goodness and truth." These are the titles by which I have revealed myself to men. I came the expected Messiah, the Star of Jacob, and the Glory of the Gentiles; I came from the fulness of ineffable glory, in the form of man, to redeem the race of Adam; I am willing and able to save, "and whosoever co [...]es to me, I will in no wise cast away." Fear n [...]: I had kind designs towards thee from eternity; and by these visible signs of my body and blood I seal my love to thy soul: take here the pledge of heaven, the assurance of everlasting happiness.
On future Expectations.
THERE is a sweet enthusiastic melancholy that sometimes steels upon the soul—even thought [...] while suspended, and every [...] in [...] seems to wear an image of the mind. How delightful are the sensations at such a [...]! though felt, they cannot be described; it is a kind of anticipation of those pleasures we are taught to expect hereafter: The soul seems entirely abstracted from every earthly idea, wrapped up in the contemplation of future happiness. Ask yourself in one [Page 30] of these moments, what there is in this world worth a thought; and you will answer nothing: its greatest sublunary pleasure is but as a dream, and vanishes like a shadow: This should convince us more than any thing, that there is a future state: Our souls were formed to taste higher delights, more refined sensations than any thing in this life can excite; and something from within tells us we shall one day enjoy them—else why these ideas—why these expectations—of what use would be those noble sentiments, with which the mind is sometimes impressed; if we were only to act an insignificant part for a few years in this life, and then sink into nothing? No, there must be a future state and that immortal!—''Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man.'
THE AMERICAN HERO. A Sapphic Ode.
THE DEATH OF CHRIST.
JOB.
The change.
THE HIDING-PLACE.
This do in remembrance of me.
GLORY to my dear Saviour, that seeks no greater return for all his labour of love, than a thankful remembrance of it at his table. Oh, should I grudge to give such a small return to him that suffered the pains of death and hell for me! Had [...] bid me sacrifice my first-born, and give all I have to the poor, or go to pilgrimage to the Holy Land to visit his sepulchre, or go to the top of Mount Calvary where the cross stood, as a token of thankfulness for his love, could I have refused it? But he puts me to no such hard task.—Lord thou bids me not go to a bloody scaffold to remember thee, but to a well covered table to do it.—Thou bids me not go there to bleed or burn [...] thee, but to eat and drink; not the bread of affliction, or water of adversity, but bread that strengthens the heart, and wine that cheers the drooping spirit, bread and wine which thou has sanctified and blessed for me—Surely, O doar Saviour, [Page 38] I owe my life to thee, nay a thousand lives if I had them; but it is not my life, but my memory and thoughts thou art calling for; it is not to die for thee, but to remember thee. Didst thou drink the cup of wrath on the cross for me, and will not I drink a cup of blessing at the table for thee, nay for myself, and for my eternal salvation?
Let me go then to this holy table, with faith, love, and thankfulness, to remember Christ and his dying love; as he commands me.—And while I remember him, let me also receive and embrace him as my bleeding High Priest, in the arms of my faith, and at the same time throw my guilty soul into his wounded arms, for saving me from wrath.—Let me go and remember the wounding and piercings of my Redeemer, with a pierced and wounded heart for these cursed sins, which nailed and killed the Prince of Life. Let me henceforth be the death of sin, which was the death of my dear Saviour. Oh, shall I suffer sin to live any longer in me, that would not suffer my Redeemer to live in the world?
The glory of God in his works of creation, providence, and redemption.
MY being immediately slows from thee, and should I not praise my omnipotent Maker? I received the last breath I drew from thee, thou dost sustain my life this very moment, and the next depends entirely on thy pleasure. 'Tis the dignity of my nature to know, and my happiness to praise and adore my great Original. But oh! thou Supreme of all things, how art thou to be extolled by mortal man! "I say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the Worms, Ye are my brethren. My days are as an hand's-breadth, and my life is nothing before thee: but thou art the same, and [Page 40] thy years never fail. From everlasting to everlasting thou art God?" the incomprehensible, the immutable Divinity. The language of paradise, and the strains of celestial eloquence, fall short of thy perfections; the firstborn sons of light lose themselves in blissful astonishment in search of thy excellencies; even they, with silent ecstacy, adore thee, while thou art veiled with ineffable splendour.
Confusion heard the voice, and wild Uproar Stood rul'd; stood vast Infinity confin'd.
At thy word the pillars of the sky were fram'd, and its beauteous arches raised; thy breath kindled the stars, adorned the moon with silver rays, and gave the sun its flaming splendour. Thou didst prepare for the waters their capacious bed, and by thy power set bounds to the raging billows: by thee the vallies were cloathed in their flowery pride, and the mountains crowned with groves. In all the wonderful effects of nature we adore and confess thy power; thou utterest thy voice in thunder, and dost scatter lightning abroad, thou ridest on the wings of the wind, the mountains smoke, and the forests tremble at thy approach the summer and winter, the shady night and the bright revolutions of the day, are thine.
But O what must thy essential majesty and beauty be, if thou art thus illustrious in thy works! If the discoveries of thy power and wisdom are thus delightful, how transporting are the manifestations of thy goodness! From thee every thing that lives receives its breath, and by thee are all upheld in life. Thy providence reaches the least insect; for thou art good, and thy care extends to all thy works. Thou feedest the ravens, and dost provide the young lions their prey: thou scatterest thy blessings with a liberal hand on thy whole creation; man, ungreatful man largely partakes thy bounty. Thou causest thy rain to descend, and makest thy sun to shine on the evil and unthankful: "for thou art good, and thy mercy endureth for ever."
As the Creator and preserver of men, thou art gloriously manifest; but, oh! how much more gloriously art thou revealed, as reconciling ungrateful enemies to thy self by the blood of thy eternal Son! Here thy beneficence displays its brightest splendour; here thou dost fully discover thy most magnificent titles, The LORD, the LORD GOD, merciful and gracious, long-suffering and abundant in goodness: "How unsearchable are thy ways, and thy paths past finding out!" Infinite depths of [Page 42] love, never to be expressed by human language! And yet, should man be silent, the stones themselves would speak, and the mute creation find a voice to upbraid his ungrateful folly.
THE STORM.
BUT what means that murmur [...] a storm is coming on; darkness is invad [...] the [Page 43] whole face of nature;—GOD is bringing the winds out of his treasures;—they rise higher still; the trees feel their influence; they shake, they bow their lofty heads: how their leaves and branches are scattered! 'tis well if their crackling trunks escape an overthrow.—But I expect a more awful appearance on the ocean.—Surprising! more so than any scene that ever struck my alarmed eye. See how the surges rise! what mountainous billows swell and roll! What hideous caverns gape? Sheets of water are separated and carried to a distance! How do the waves lash yonder rocks? how widely do they spread upon the more level. strand!—What will become of those vessels which I saw a little while ago failing so smoothly upon that sea of glass? amazing if they can live amidst so vast a confusion! How will they climb those precipices? how will thy emerge, when buried in those watry graves? See one poor bark, as it were hangs upon the broken wave.
O how much is to be learned by a storm? It is God that raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves of the sea; they mount up to heaven, they go down to the depths. How awful are the exhibitions of the Almighty? What wonders of judgment and mercy his word produces? The stormy winds fulfil his word. O how dreadful to fall into the hands of God, with whom is such terrible majesty! Sinners may think lightly of his wrath. [Page 44] and dismiss the thought with an apprehension that they shall be wise enough to escape, or hardy enough to ride out the raging blasts: But, O that they did but see with that clearness, and consider with that seriousness, which the matter calls for! Dost thou, indolent, insolent sinner, imagine thou canst contend with God, or cope with Omnipotence? Try thy power in some smaller matters: stop the sun in its rapid progress; bring back the seasons and invert them; bid the flowers spring up in winter, or drive in the severities of frost and snow upon harvest; or do but command these winds to cease, which rage with such impetuous fury. If thou canst not preserve thy body from dropping into the grave, and render it immortal, how cast thou keep the soul from sinking into hell? Does many a hardy mariner who before seemed neither to fear God or regard Man, tremble like a leaf when shaken with the wind, and is he even at his wits end in this tumult of the ocean? what then will the sinner do, when God shall call forth all his wrath? and how will the now obdurate Miscreant be able to stand when the whole storm of vengeance shall be sent against him, and beat upon him with a fury and power which eye never saw, and heart never felt? He may now like Leviathan, laugh at the shaking of the spear, and the sword may be to him as rotten wood, when brandished in the threatenings of the Almighty; but when these threatenings [Page 45] come to be executed, and the spear enters into his very heart, and pierces his very marrow, whither, O whither will he fly, or, how will he endure?
But, blessed be God, there is a covert from such storms, sweet character of the blessed Redeemer! if none can abide the day of God's, wrath, when the cedars of Lebanon are torn from their roots, and the rocks are thrown down before him, hide me, O hide me, with uplifted hands, a melted heart, and flowing eyes, I entreat thee hide me in the hollow of thine hand, in thy suffering and bleeding heart. Do the birds of the air, and the beasts of the field from an instinct of nature foresee the approaching shower and make haste to the retreat? let my hopes wast me on the wings of faith to thy blessed self, who callest thyself anhiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest.
That Rock was CHRIST.
MARTHA and MARY.
An Elegy on SOPHRONIA, who died with the Small-Pox, 1711.—By Dr. WATTS.
A Common Occurence moralized.
AS Theophron, one evening, was sitting solitary by the fire, which was sunk low, and glimmering in ashes, he mused on the sorrows that surrounded human nature, and beset the spirits that dwell in flesh. By chance he cast his eye on a worm which was lodged on the safer end of a short fire-brand: It seemed very [Page 51] uneasy at its warmstation, writhing and stretching itself every way for relief. He watched the creeping creature in all its motions. "I saw it," said he, when he told this incident to Phiemus, "I saw it reach forward, and there it met the living coal; backward, and on each side, and then it touched the burning embers: Still starting from the present torment, it retreated and shrunk away from every place where it had just before sought a refuge, and still met with new disquietude and pain.
"At last I observed," said he, "that having turned on all sides in vain, it lifted its head upward, and raised its length as high as possible in the air, where it found nothing to annoy it; but the chief part of the body still lay prone on the wood; its lower or worser half hung heavy on the aspiring animal, and forbid its ascent. How happy, would the worm have been, could it then have put on wings and become a flying insect!
"Such," said he, "is the case of every holy soul on earth; it is out of its proper element, like the worm lodged among hot embers. The uneasy spirit is sometimes ready to stretch its powers, its desires and wishes on every side, to find rest and happiness among sensible goods; but these things instead of satisfying its nobler appetites, rather give some new pain, variety of vexation, and everlasting disappointment. The soul finding every experiment vain, retires and shrinks backward from all mortal objects, [Page 52] and being touched with divine influence, it raises itself up towards heaven to seek its God; but the flesh, the body, the meaner and worser half of the man, hangs heavy, and drags it down again, that it cannot ascend thither, where rest and ease are only to be found.
"What should such a soul do now, but pant and long hourly for a flight to the upper world, and breathe after the moment of its release? What would be more joyful to such a spirit, than the divine and almighty summons to depart from flesh? O blessed voice from heaven that shall say to it, Come up hither; and in the same instant shall break off all its fetters, give it the wings of an angel, and inspire it with double zeal to ascend!"
Death and Judgment.
The wearisome Weeks of Sickness.
A Hymn of Praise for Recovery.
THE VISION OF MIRZA.
ON the fifth day of the moon, which, according to the custom of my forefathers, I always keep holy, after having washed myself, and offered up my morning devotions, I ascended [Page 57] the high hills of Bagdat, in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and passing from one thought to another, surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream. Whilst I was thus amusing, I cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the habit of a shepherd, with a little musical instrument in his hand. As I looked upon him, he applied it to his lips, and began to play upon it. The sound of it was exceeding sweet, and wrought into a variety of tunes that were inexpressibly melodious, and altogether different from any thing I had ever heard: they put me in mind of those heavenly airs that are played to the departed souls of good men upon their first arrival in Paradise, to wear out the impressions of the last agonies, and qualify them for the pleasures of that happy place. My heart melted away in secret raptures.
I had often been told that the rock before me was the haunt of a genius; and that several had been entertained with that music, who had passed by it, but never heard that the musician had before made himself visible. When he had raised my thoughts by those transporting airs which he played, to taste the pleasures of his conversation, as I looked upon him, like one astonished, he beckoned to me and by the [Page 58] waving of his hand directed me to approach the place where he sat. I drew near with that reverence which is due to a superior natures, and as my heart was entirely subdued by the captivating strains I had heard, I fell down at his feet and wept. The genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination, and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which I approached him. He lifted me from the ground, and taking me by the hand, "Mirza," said he, "I have heard thee in thy soliloques: follow me:"
He then led me to the highest pinnacle of the rock, and placing me on the top of it, "Cast thy eyes eastward," said he, "and tell me what thou feest." "I see," said I, "a huge valley, and prodigious tide of water rolling through it." The valley thou seest, said he, is the vale of misery, and the tide of water that thou seest is part of the great tide of eternity. What is the reason, said I, that the tide I see rises out of a thick mist at one end, and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other? What thou seest, said he, is that portion of eternity which is called time measured out by the sun, and reaching from the begining of the world to its consummation. Examine now, said he, this sea that is bounded with darkness at both ends, and tell me what thou discoverest in it? I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge thou seest, said he, is human life; [Page 59] consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which, added to those that were entire, made up the number about an hundred. As I was counting the arches, the genius told me that the bridge consisted at first of a thousand arches; but that a great flood swept away the rest, and left the bridge in the ruinous condition I now behold it; but tell me further, said he, what thou discoverest on it? I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it; and I saw innumerable trap-doors that lay concealed in the bridge, which the passengers no sooner trod upon but they fell through them into the tide, and immediately disappeared. These hiden pit-falls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud than many of them fell into them. They grew thinner towards the middle, but multiplied and lay closer together towards the end of the arches that were entire.
There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
[Page 60] I passed some time in the contemplation of this wonderful structure, and the great variety of objects which it presented. My heart was filled with a deep melancholy to see several dropping unexpectedly in the midst of mirth and jollity, and catching at every thing that stood by them to save themselves. Some were looking up towards the heavens in a thoughtful posture, and in the midst of a supplication stumbled and fell out of sight. Multitudes were very busy in the pursuit of bubbles that glittered in their eyes and danced before them; but often when they thought themselves within the reach of them, their footing failed, and down they sunk. In this confusion of objects, I observed some with scimitars in their hands, and others with urinals, who ran to and fro upon the bridge, thrusting several persons on trap-doors which did not seem to lie in their way, and which they might have escaped, had they not been thus forced upon them.
The genius seeing me indulge myself in this melancholy prospect, told me I had dwelt long enough upon it; Take thine eyes off the bridge, said he, and tell me if thou seest any thing thou dost not comprehend. Upon looking up, What mean, said I, those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cormorants, and among many other feathered creatures several [Page 61] little winged boys, that pearch in great numbers upon the middle arches. These, said the genius, are envy, avarice, superstition despair, love, with the like cares and passions that infest human life.
I here fetched a deep sigh; Alas! said I, man was made in vain! [...]ow is he given away to misery and mortality! tortured in life, and swallowed up in death! The genius being moved with compassion towards me, bid me quit so uncomfortable a prospect. Look no more, said he, on man in the first stage of his existence, in his setting out for eternity? but cast thine eye on that thick mist into which the tide bears the several generations of mortals that fall into it. I directed my sight as I was ordered, and (whether or no the good genius strengthened it with any supernatural force, or dissipated part of the mist that was before too thick for the eye to penetrate) I saw the valley opening at the farther end, and spreading forth into an immense ocean, that had a huge rock of adamant running through the midst of it, and dividing it into two equal parts. The clouds still rested on one half thereof, insomuch that I could discover nothing in it: but the other appeared to me a vast ocean planted with innumerable islands, that were covered with fruits and flowers, and interwoven with a thousand little shining seas that ran among them. I could see persons dressed in glorious habits with garlands upon their heads, [Page 62] passing among the trees, lying down by the sides of fountains, or resting on beds of flowers; and could hear a confused harmony of singing birds, falling waters, human voices and musical instruments. Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so delightful a scene. I wished for the wings of an eagle that I might fly away to those happy seats; but the genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. The islands, said he, that lie so fresh and green before thee, and with which the whole of the ocean appears spotted as far as thou canst see, are more in number than the sand on the sea-shore; there are myriads of islands behind those which thou here discoverest, reaching further than thine eye, or even thine imagination can extend itself. These are the mansions of good men after death, who according to the degree and kinds of virtue in which they excelled, are distributed among these several islands, which abound with pleasure of different kinds and degrees, suitable to the relishes and perfections of those who are settled in them; every island is a paradise accommodated to its respective inhabitants. Are not these, O Mirza, habitations worth contending for; Does life appear miserable, that gives thee opportunities of earning such a reward? Is death to be feared that will convey thee to so happy an existence? Think not man made in vain, who [Page 63] has such an eternity reserved for him. I gazed with inexpressible pleasure on these happy islands. At length, said I, shew me now, I beseech thee, the secrets that lie hid under those dark clouds, which cover the ocean on the other side of the rock of adamant. The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating; but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow vally of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
The VISION of AMANDA.
METHOUGHT I was walking through a delightful field from whence on a rising hill I beheld a stately edifice. My curiosity led me to make up towards it. I found it surrounded with gardens and orchards, richly decked by nature and art. A most agreeable lady was standing at the door who very courteously invited me in to sit down and rest me: being tired with the hill, I accepted her kind offer.—Entering the house, I surveyed the magnificent apartments, and my eyes were dazzled with the rich furniture that adorned every room. The lady led me into a spacious parlour, where was a very comely gentleman, with several little beauties around him, the living pictures in miniature of the father and mother. I was [Page 64] entertained there with a liberality suitable to the appearance they made and with that courteous affability, which is the genuine effect of true gentility and good breeding. Whilst with pleasure I surveyed their happy circumstance, which appeared to have no want of any thing to complete their felicity, I said within myself; Sure these are extraordinary persons, and this flow of prosperity must be the bountiful reward of Providence, for some eminent instance of virtue and piety. But when I had taken my leave, and was returning back, I met one, of whom I enquired the gentleman's character who was the owner of yonder seat; which, to my no small surprise, I found to be very vicious. His plentiful estate was gotten by oppression and fraud, his beautiful children were the living monuments of his shame, and the lady who made so splendid an appearance, and to whom he discovered so much seeming tenderness was so far from being mistress of the feat, that she was only kept there as under a tyrant, to be a slave to his base lusts, he consulting her satisfaction no farther than as the pleasure in her countenance heightens her charms, and thereby renders her the more agreeable to him in the gratification of his brutish appetites and passions; and she, continued my informer, puts a constant force upon herself to appear gay and cheerful, lest her keeper should turn her out, abandoned to shame and misery. To preserve her from the latter of which (after [Page 65] the loss of a good fortune) was she prevailed on to comply with the lot she shares. As soon as I parted from my company, I could contain no longer, but burst out into this exclamation: Wherefore, O Prosperity, wherefore is it that thou thus daily loadest the vicious with thy benefits, and givest them all that heart can wish? Whence comes it to pass, that such a wretch as this shall spend his days in case, and his nights in pleasure, whilst thou turnest away with disdain from the pious man, leaving him to groan under all the hardships of the most adverse state! O say! whence is it that thou art thus partial to the wicked? I had no sooner ceased exclaiming in this manner, than looking forward, I saw Prosperity standing before me arrayed, in her most gorgeous attire. The gay and glittering appearance must have raised delight in my breast, had it not been damped by the anger that appeared on her brow, when she thus addressed me; Forbear taxing me with partiality in my proceedings; for were it in my inclination, it is not in my power, being only the servant of Providence, whose orders I never, in one single instance, run counter to. Art thou, said I, in a heat, the servant of Providence? a just, holy, wise, and powerful Providence! And will it suffer thee thus to caress the impious, and slight and contemn the good! How can these things be? Prosperity disappeared without making any reply; but immediately a resplendant light shone [Page 66] around me, and I heard a majestic voice calling thus to me from above, O thou blind mortal, dost thou dare to call in question my proceedings, because thou canst not see the wisdom and equity of them? It would be just in me to punish thee severely for thy rashness, but for once I will overlook thy ignorance, and so far condescend to thy weakness as to give thee some view of the reasons of my conduct.—Wherefore lift up thine eyes, and behold what shall now be discovered to thee. I did so, and found my sight strengthened to penetrate thro' the thick clouds, beyond which I saw Providence seated on a lofty throne, and by him stood Prosperity and Adversity with their various attendants waiting his orders. A person of a very amiable countenance stood at my right hand, who told me he was commissioned to resolve my doubts, and reveal somewhat of the mysteries of Providence to me. I straight observed Adversity ordered with her attendant Pain to such a place. I looked after them, and saw them enter the house of a person very remarkable for piety, and attack him in a most violent manner. Alas! said I to my instructor, whence comes it to pass that so good a man as this should be so severely handled? He is, replied he, a very eminent Christian, a man greatly beloved of his God. But how contrary soever this may seem to your carnal reason, it is therefore that he is thus afflicted; he has (as the best here have) much sin still remaining [Page 67] in him, and much wanting to complete his perfection in grace and holiness; and God, who is alone the proper judge of the most likely means to bring about his own wise and kind designs, sees this the fittest method to root out sin, and strengthen and invigorate his graces. This affliction shall be to him a furnace, not to consume him, but his lusts, and to refine and brighten his graces, that they may shine with greater lustre. I then looked up again, and saw Adversity with two of her attendants, Poverty and Sickness, sent to another place. They soon attacked a person, who from an affluent fortune was reduced to penury and want, and from a strong and vigorous state of health, was thrown upon a sick bed. Pray, said I, what is the character of this person, that is thus doubly attacked, and with such violence? He is, replied my instructor, one that devoted himself to God in days of his youth, and appeared very zealous and active in the ways of religion, at his first setting out. But a long series of prosperity, with which he has been favoured, has had the but too common effect of ensnaring and captivating his thoughts and affections to the things of time and sense. As riches en [...]reased, he has set his heart inordinately upon them, and in a great measure withdrawn his dependance upon God for the continuation of those bounties of Providence, grown careless and secure, saying with David, My mountain stands strong; I shall never be moved [Page 68] Poverty is therefore sent to waste his substance, that the idol being removed, he may be no longer tempted to adore it, and that he may, by his own experience, be convinced of the uncertainty of all sublunary good. A long continued state of health has abated his sense of value of the mercy, and he has seemed to slight it as a common saver. Sickness is therefore sent to teach him the worth of health, by the want of it; to [...] this seemingly strong building, that he may see its foundation is in the dust, and that it is a moth crushed in the hand of God. In a word, these painful strokes shall be the means of rousing him out of that spiritual lethargy wherein he has long lain, and cause him to remember whence he is fallen, excite him to repent, and do his first works? and when these most valuable ends are answered, God will turn his captivity, and remarkably display his power and love in his deliverance. Again I looked up, and heard adversity receive a new commission, to attack with reproach and contempt a person who appeared in sight. Pray, said I, to what person are these formidable spectres going? (for their appearance shocked me more than all the others.) He is, said my teacher, a very serious good man, one that has for many years been universally esteemed amongst those who are true friends to religion and virtue, both for his wisdom and piety; but this general regard paid to him has too much [...] his mind, and he has hereby been pussed up with selfapplause; [Page 69] not duly considering that whatever endowments he possesses, whether of nature or grace, are all received from God, and that therefore all the glory should be ascribed to the donor. Reproach is now sent to humble him, to hide pride from his eyes, to make him fully sensible that the interest any have in man's esteem is a blessing which descends from the same hand that dispenses those qualifications that have a tendency to raise it. Soon after I lifted up my eyes again, and saw Adversity with her attendants, Sickness and Death, receiving their orders to seize the child of a certain person. Now, says my instructor, this is a sincere Christian, and the stroke to be inflicted is perhaps the forest of a temporal nature that could befal him. He is to be stript of an only child, and, a very promising one, in whom the fond parent might justly please himself with the prospect of much comfort and satisfaction? and like good Jacob, His life seems to be bound up in the lad's life. But Providence, in much wisdom and great goodness too, orders his removal; in kindness both to parent and child; the lad being by the grace of God prepared for a better state, is in great love removed from all the snares and temptations that attend the youthful stage, and those other snares and trials that surround the man in his riper age: a more than common share of which must have fallen to his lot had he continued in this world. The parent will hereby [Page 70] be convinced of, and humbled for the evil he has been guilty of in setting his heart and affections too much on this so desirable a creature enjoyment, which he sees now to be but a fading, dying flower. And the supports and comforts he shall receive unden this heavy trial will stop the mouth of complaints, and force him to confess that God is the alone proper object of our warmest affection, since there is enough in him to make the Christian happy in the loss of the dearest earthly comforts. These (continued my teacher) are some of the seeming paradoxes in Providence, which thou, blind mortal, couldst not discover by the dim light of reason; there are others which I am not permitted to reveal to thee; some of which thou wilt never see unravelled whilst thou art cloathed with mortality. Let what thou hast seen and heard suffice to assure thee, that God's thoughts are not like to thine but as far above them in wisdom, as the heavens are above the earth. Hence it is, that the wicked so oft abound with this world's good, who have all their heaven here: whilst the pious man is, by the sharp attacks of Adversity, during the short term of his existence here, training up for a state of endless unallayed happiness.
I thanked my instructor, begged pardon for my rashness, and promised, that I would no more arraign Divine Providence at the bar of my weak and shallow reason; and abashed and confounded at my ignorance and presumption, awoke from my dream.
GOOD FRIDAY.
THE PILGRIM.
A dying World, and a durable Heaven.
WOULD one think it possible for the sons and daughters of Adam, who see all things round them upon the face of the earth in perishing and dying circumstances, to speak, and act, and live as tho' they should never die? The vegetable world with all its beauties seems to pass under a spreading death every year; the glory of the field, the forest, and the garden perish. Animal nature is born to die and mingle with it's original dust; not the strength of beasts, the ox, or the lion, can resist their face; no [...] the [...]owl of the swi [...]est wings escape it; nor can the nations of insects hide from it in their dark holes and caverns, where they [...] [...]heir little beings, and keep [...] through the changing reasons. Our [...] and blood is much of the [...] from the same [...] [Page 74] mind devoted to the purposes of this poor, short, mortal period, as tho' there were nothing to succeed it? And yet if we ask those who dwell around us in our nation, do you not believe a heaven and an eternity of happiness for those who seek it sincerely, and labor f [...]r it? they confess this divine truth by the force of reason and conscience, and by the light of scripture; but they forget it in a few moments and return to their follies again, and with a greedy and incessant desire they repeat the pursuit of perishing vanities.
O that we could but keep ourselves awake from the intoxicating pleasures and cares of this life, and shake [...] all these golden dreams that perpetually u [...]ound our fancy! we should then surely employ our noble [...] powers to a diviner purpose: If we did but dwell a little with a fixation of thought upon the scenes of death all around us here on earth, and if [...] now and then surveyed the visibl [...] heavens, their brightness and their duration, we might perhaps be put in mind of those momentous truths which might direct our conduct, might wea [...] us from our fondness of these [...] and perishing trifles, and animate us in go [...]d earnest to pursue the durable glories of heaven. A walk thro' a church-yard by sun or star- [...], would afford such a meditation as this:
Thus far with regard to the bulk of mankind, whose souls are immersed in flesh and blood, who mind none but earthly things, whose god is this world, and whose end is destruction; but it is a melancholy thing also to consider, that where a divine ray from above has penetrated the heart, has began to operate a heavenly temper, to kindle a new life in the soul, and set it breathing after eternal things, it is still ashamed to make this new life appear, and this divine ray discover itself; it is ashamed [Page 76] to shine like a son of God in such a dark and vicious world, amongst men of degenerate minds, who have an aversion to all that is holy and heavenly. We would fain be always in the mode, and are afraid to be looked at in the dress of piety among thousand whose neglect of God have stamped the fashion. Are there not several such Christians amongst us, who dare not open their lips in the language of paradise, nor let the world know they belong to heaven, till death and the invisible state are brought near them, and set in full view by some severe sickness, or some terrible accident which threatens their removal hence? It is a near view of the grave and eternity, that subdues all other passions into devotion, that makes them begin to speak and act publicly like the children of God, and gives them a sacred fortitude, a blessed superiority of soul over all their foolish fears, and all the reproaches of sinful men.
RELIGION.
THE light of nature, duly attended to will evidently lead us into belief of a Supreme Being, infinitely holy, powerful, just, and good, the creator and preserver of all things, the friend and judge of mankind.
It is therefore our duty as well as highest interest often, at stated times, and by decent and solemn acts, to contemplate and adore the great original of our existence, the parent of all beauty, and of all good; to express our veneration and love by an awful and devout recognition of his perfections; and to evidence our gratitude, by celebrating his goodness, and thankfully acknowledging all his benefits. It is like wise our duty▪ by proper exercises of sorrow and humiliation, to confess our ingratitude and folly, to signify our dependence upon God, and our confidence in his goodness, by imploring his blessing and gracious concurrence in assisting the weakness, and curing the corruption of our nature. And, finally, to testify our sense of his authority and our faith in his government, by devoting ourselves to do his will, and resigning ourselves to his disposal. This is that internal piety or the worship of the mind which unassisted reason dictates, [Page 78] and all the greatest and wise men of the heathen world recommeded and practised. It may be proper, however, to remark these duties are not therefore obligatory, because the Deity needs or can be profited by them: but as they are apparently decent and moral, suitable to the relations he sustains of our Creator, benefactor, lawgiver, and judge, expressive of our state and obligation, and improving to our tempers, by making us more [...], social, and consequently more happy. And as God is the parent and head of the social system, as he has formed us for a social state, as by one we find the best security against th [...] [...]ills of life, and in the other enjoy its greatest comforts, and as by means of both, our nature attains its highest improvement and perfection; and moreover, as there are public blessings and crimes in which we all share in some degree, and public wants and dangers to which all are exposed; it is therefore evident, that the various and solemn offices of public religion are duties of indispensable moral obligation, among the best cements of society, the firmest prop of government, and the fairest ornament of both.
Extract of a letter from his Excellency General Washington, addressed to the people of the United States, on his resignation of the Presidency.
OF all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, Religion and Morali [...]y, are indespensible supports. In vain would that [Page 79] man claim the tribute of patriotism, who should labor to subvert these great pillars of human happiness, these firmest props of the duties of Men and Citizens. The mere politi [...], equally with the pious man ought to respect and to cherish them. A volume could not trace all their connections with private and public [...]. Let it simply be asked, where [...] of property, for reputation, for [...] of religious obligation desert [...] are the instruments of invest [...] [...] Justice? And let us with [...] the supposition, that morality [...] without religion. Whate [...] [...] to the influence of refin [...] [...] on minds of peculiar structure; [...] both forbid us to expect [...] can prevail in exclusion [...] principles.
[...] true, that virtue or [...] is a necessary [...] of popular government. The rule indeed extends with more or less force to every [...] of free government. Who that is a sincere friend to it, can look with indifference upon attempts to shake the [...] of the fabric.
Promote, then, as an object of primary importance, institutions for the general discussion of knowledge. In proportion as the structure of government gives force to public opinion▪ it is essential that public opinion should be enlightened.
Peace of Conscience and Prayer for Health.
A peaceful conscience and a [...]
Few happy Matches.
A Sight of Heaven in Sickness.
Earth and Heaven.
The Day of Judgement. An ODE.
The Incomprehensible.
The soul's resemblence of Christ.
THE [...] association that we have here with Christ the nearer assimilation we shall have to [Page 90] Christ. Moses did but talk with God, and how did his face shine with a beam of God! You may quickly know a soul that doth converse, and is familiar with Jesus Christ; you shall see it shining forth with the glories of Christ: as wisdom makes the face to shine, so Jesus Christ makes the soul to shine; so that he that judiciously looks upon him can divine that that soul hath met with, and seen the Lord. I see by the reflection of the beams of righteousness, he has been long viewing the son of righteousness; he carries the very image of Christ upon him, and the very beauties of Christ about him; he looks like Christ and speaks like Christ, he walks and lives like Christ, he resembles, and knows he comes from Christ. That soul which is always beholding the glory of the Lord shall be changed into his image from glory to glory. If that soul be so glorious that beholds God darkly, reflectively, as in a glass, and enjoys God at a distance, how glorious shall that soul be, that shall see him clearly and distinctly, face to face, and enjoy his immediate communion with Jesus Christ? We shall then be like him indeed, when we shall see him as he is; our bodies shall be like his; our glory shall be like his; our eternity shall be like his; who is the God of beauty, excellency, and sweetness, concord, happiness and eternity. O Lord, let me have such clear visions; such sweet fruitions of thee, that I may not only hereafter be happy, but may likewise now be holy.
Sincere Praise.
Improve the talents God gives you for his service and glory, Luke xix. 13.
REMEMBER you are not made for yourselves only, but for the society and benefit of others, therefore employ your gifts, substances, and whatever God has bestowed for the good of others; teach the ignorant, relieve the poor, strengthen the weak, comfort those that are cast down, tell them your experiences, commend Christ as a choice master and lovely Saviour, and invite them to come, taste and see that he is good; pity those who are strangers to him, and pray for them. Be useful to others while you live, which will make your memory savoury when you die; many, alas, are so unprofitable in their lives, that they leave no friends to mourn their death; but public spirited and useful persons are much lamented. Let every one in their stations be active and occupy their talents for God. Be assured the [Page 93] more you do for God in this world, the more God will do for you in the world to come. If the saints were capable of grief in heaven, it would be for their doing so little for God on earth.
The miserable end of prosperous wickedness.
JORDON, that famous river no doubt runs through many a pleasant meadow, by many shady grove and flowery bank, and yet at last empties itself into a dead sea; and not only so, but those fresh chrystal streams that made those famous brooks, lose both name and worth, are turned into the dead sea themselves. Just so it is with a wicked man, here he walks thro' the meadows of worldly pleasures and rest, under the shades of earthly comforts and sports, and wallows himself among the flowers of worldly delights, but at last runs himself out into a dead lake, and is cast into hell among the numbers of those who forgot God.